SO! This is the second to last chaper :\ I know, I know. BUT, this story is just a prequel! I've had this second story in mind BEFORE I wrote this one. So, PLEASE read the second story 'Knife Called Lust' when it comes out or this story is basically for nothing. I'll post a chapter on this story telling you guys when I have the sequel up so You'll know. Thanks for reading, and ENJOY!
I slammed her against the wall, eyes blazing.
"Holmes, you don't have to prove anything." She whispered, eyes sultry. I breathed heavily, emotions raging. Her body was so small between me and the wall, fragile and open.
"I don't have to prove anything." I growled, my face now lowered so it was a mere inch from hers, knowing my eyes showed the rage and anger I felt. "I'm Sherlock Holmes." With that final thought, I pressed my lips to hers with eagerness. As she wrapped her arms around my neck, I put my hands on her hips, pulling her closer to me, though it still wasn't enough. Our lips moved with urgency, knowing how little time we had left together. I suppose it was ill formed to have played our game of 'Who shall crack first' for the two months that she stayed with us, as of now we have but minutes- an hour at most.
"Holmes…" She whispered, one hand digging at my scalp, the other on my neck. I groaned some as her hand pulled at my hair, now her hand fisted.
"For how ever many times I've told you since you came here," I said, voice deep and husky, putting my forehead against hers. "Silence suits you better." I kissed her once again, our lips moving in sync. I needed more. More touching, more kissing, more of her. To know every part of her, inside and out. To never have to guess, to forever understand this infuriating woman. I pushed her against the wall once more, only to be once more surprise, which I normally never am. She wrapped her legs around me and I looked up a bit at her. She smiled so sweetly, it almost hurt to realize who she was with-me. She put her face close to mine, her breath and body chilled whilst mine was on fire, heart pounding, mind blank. This was all so new, so different, so… fascinating.
"Woman…" I said with a devil smile, kissing her slowly. I slowly walked to the spare room, setting her on the bed. She felt so well against me as I laid on top of her. I felt as though it was my duty to protect her. She was mine, yet I could not have her.
"Sherlock…"
I opened my eyes, the voice a whisper in the wind. I blinked several times, swallowing. I was in a daze, unsure of why I had such a dream. But, alas, I could not contemplate it for long for the click of a door made me perk up. I listened intently as steps fled down the stairs and out the front door. I hopped up, going to the window and looking down to see Lara with one of her ungodly jackets on, walking east. My eyes narrowed as I turned some, but stopped entirely. With a quick check to the clock, I grabbed a jacket and ran down the stairs.
*Normal POV*
I held my jacket tighter to me, glaring at the sidewalk. What a stupid dream! With that Stupid Holmes and some Stupid non-exist sexual-tension. I grumbled as I walked down the street, my hands in my pockets. I kept re-running the dream through my head, unaware of where I walked. I couldn't help but slightly smile at his intensity, yet how much he was still an asshole. It was far to realistic, yet so untouchable of a dream.
As time went on and my steam finally ran out, I stopped, sighing as I looked up at the sky. The stars were bright as they all clustered the sky, something the future doesn't have being of all the lights from the cities. My eyes widened as I saw a shooting star, a small smile appearing on my face. I bowed my head and closed my eyes, whispering a wish to the wind, hoping it would be carried out to the heavens and granted. As I opened my eyes and slowly looked up, my face paled. "Shi-" darkness swept over me.
I groaned as I woke up, head throbbing.
"Come, come now. We have much to do!" Came the crisp, clear voice of Moriarty. My eyes shot open and I found I was on the floor, hands tied behind my back. I clenched my teeth and sat up in an awkward way, sitting Indian style as I glared at Moriarty. We were on a train, it wasn't moving, nor was it on, 'cept the lights. His black hair was slicked back, eyes cold and bottomless, a creepy smile upon his face. "Now! Off to work we go!" He took his cane, and tapped the window three times. There was a loud screeching noise and I shot my head to a window, to see we were moving.
Fuck!
My mind reeled. At least if we stayed in one spot, Holmes and Watson could find me, but now, there was no hope. I swallowed, looking down as he chuckled. "You think me a fool, don't you? By now, Holmes must just be realizing you have left that horrid flat of his. Yes, yes, it shall just be us for this one." He crossed his legs as I glared up at him through my bangs, messing with my lip ring in anger. "Right then! We are on our way to my lab, where you shall give me the information I want. And, in exchange, I'll set you back in your place of time." I froze as he smiled a perfect one, raising an eyebrow at me. "So, what say you? Stay here in a time that most certainly doesn't appreciate you, or give me what I want and you go about your merry way?" What happened next was a blur. I heard a door slam open, and at the same time Moriarty jumped smoothly, grabbed my throat and turned me around, my back against his front, a gun to my head as he had his arm around my throat. I blinked, smiling a bit as I saw Holmes and Watson, unsure of how they do the things they do. "You've become such a pest Holmes." He walked smoothly into the car, Watson at his heels.
"I'm sorry to be such a burden to you Ol'boy." Holmes said, seething as he looked to me, eyes questioning.
"I've been worse." I muttered, only to have the gun duh into my temple, me wincing.
"I could make it worse." He growled in my ear, now looking back to Holmes. "What is he feeling, right now! Where does his heart lie?" My jaw clenched as Holmes stared at me, eyes trying to convey what I should do. When he dug the gun into my head harder, I clenched my jaw, starring at him empathetically. "Fine then." Moriarty said as a final. I closed my eyes, knowing he would do it.
"I'm scared for her!" Holmes shouted, and everything went silent. I opened my eyes, to see John and Moriarty looking at Holmes. John with an incredulous look and Moriarty with a sick smile. I looked to Holmes and he stared at me as I at him. I then noticed a bit of movement and looked down to see his finger moving in a circular motion. Damn. This guy could come up with a plan in three seconds flat.
"He's telling the truth." I muttered, seeing the smallest flicker of relief before he but a face of regret and pride on.
"Good then. Now, tell me all you know." Morality sneered, looking down at me. As he did so, Holmes out stretched all of his digits, making sigh.
"He's been lost, now that Watson has left him. He feels as if the way of life he has chosen is wrong for everyone he cared about has left." Moriarty looked to Holmes, who stood there, body tense as he glared at me. "But, his pride refuses to change course now, so remains blissfully unaware of how much he is putting into his soul. Everyday, a little bit more cracks as he losses his self." Moriarty stood up straight, looking up with a smile. Watson looked between Holmes and I, as we both nodded to each other, John just now getting it was all fake.
"Dear say women, you are more useful then you think." I rolled my eyes as Holmes hid his smirk. "Now, what is his feelings towards you." My eyes went wide as everything became tense, Watson, Holmes and Moriarty all looking towards me. "Come now! Share to the class!" The gun was pressed hard into my head once again, making me grit my teeth.
"I refuse." Okay so, not exactly my smartest move. But, the scene unfolded in such a way, everyone was surprised. Before the trigger could be pushed down to bring my death, Watson pulled his gun out and pointed it at…. Holmes?
"Let. Her. Go." John growled as everyone stared at him, even Holmes, with unbelievable eyes. When Moriarty didn't move, Watson loaded the gun, us all now going pale. "Either you let her go or I'll blow the brains out of your toy." Moriarty laughed, making us all confused.
"You are his pet. You wouldn't even dream of killing him. Especially for this girl." I took in Johns emotions, eyes going wide.
"I realllllllly think you should take that back." I muttered to Moriarty. John was raging. He felt as though Holmes would rather he be dead then I, and he felt the same way. Dear God, this just gets weirder and weirder.
"Fine…" Moriarty said slowly, looking towards the window. Holmes nodded his head to me and held up one finger. "You lower your gun and I mine." At the same time, slowly, they both put their guns down. The train stopped and their was a deathly silence. "Well, Ta, ta!" He said, throwing me forward as he ran out the opening door. Holmes shot forward and caught me, sighing with relief.
"Watson! Follow him and tell us where he is. We shall be right behind." Watson nodded, picking his cane up and running with such speed, I barley realized he left. Holmes sat me down on the floor as he untied the ropes. "What did he do to you?" He asked, throwing the rope to the side and turning me towards him, taking in every aspect he could.
"Nothing. I'm fine." He closed his eyes with a sigh, looking up at me with those burning eyes that ignited my soul. Something was different between us now. I don't know what, but our usual banter, annoyance and good-natured arguing was gone. His eyes told me he noticed it as well, but neither of us could pin point what it was. He helped me up, and I couldn't help it. I hugged him tightly. He seemed reluctant at first, but soon wrapped his arms around me, tucking my head under his chin as he sighed. As we pulled apart, I hissed taking some steps back. He stared at me, knowing what I had felt, meaning he felt it too. My eyes narrowed as something crossed my mind. I raised my hand and put it too his neck, eyes going wide.
"So, after all this time of being frustrated, all I had to do was touch you?" His emotions flared into me, all a horrid mix that I was almost unable to decipher. Anger, hate, pain, care, affection, scared. I blinked some as I took my hand from his neck, him looking away. "You are, without a doubt, the most emotional man." He shot his head towards me with a smirk.
"Come now. The game is afoot!" He said as he grabbed my hand and dashed off the train, us running full speed to catch up to John and Moriarty.